Subject: [FFML] Re: [C&C] [HP/BtVS] "Harry Potter and The Exiled Slayer", Chapter One
From: David Johnston
Date: 6/28/2006, 1:41 AM
To: "M. Scott Eiland" <eilandesq@hotmail.com>
CC: FFML <ffml@anifics.com>
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rgorman@telusplanet.net

M. Scott Eiland wrote:
Hi,

 >Hi!


I'm relatively new to this list--a member of this list who is also a 
reader of my stories told me that this list was considering opening up 
for new categories of fanfiction, and he encouraged me to join and to 
post some of my own work if it turned out that such an opening up was in 
the cards.  I've mostly written Buffyverse stories in the past, but have 
recently branched out into other storyverses such as Smallville, Justice 
League, and Harry Potter.  I am currently writing a Buffyverse/Harry 
Potter crossover, and I have decided to post the chapters here, in the 
hopes of gaining the benefit of input from a sharp group of readers. 
Without further ado, then--part 1.

Summary: Faith departs from Sunnydale after disposing of Mr. Trick, and 
wanders for months before meeting someone who has more in common with 
her than she would have expected. BtVS/HP crossover.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters portrayed here, they 
remain the property of their respective owners/creators.

Rating: K+, for violence, intensity, and general themes.

 >Ooh.  A rating.  How exotic.  I wonder what "K+" stands for.  Killing 
 >and more?  Kindersurprise?

Time Frame: Third season BtVS, AU from the point when Faith Slays Trick 
in "Consequences," and intersecting with the HP timeline just after the 
end of "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince." (spoilers!)Archiving: 
Be my guest, but e-mail me (eilandesq@hotmail.com) to let me know. . .I 
like to know where stuff I write ends up and I might want to see what 
else you've got.

Dedication: To Sibling-who has long been among my most loyal and 
enthusiastic fans-and who won a little contest I held on my Yahoo! 
Group, for which the prize was to be a fic written with his choice of 
primary characters. He made a couple of suggestions, the best of 
which-as far as me writing a story based on it, in any event-could be 
summed up as follows: "Harry and Faith have a lot in common, and might 
be rather good for each other." I agreed-the result is this story.

 >OK before we get started, the first thing I'd like to bring up is line 
 >length.  You might want to set a limit.  For some computers and e-mail 
 >programs, they can have difficulty turning lines that long into 
 >something readable.  Somewhere between 60 and 72 appears to be >standard.


HARRY POTTER AND THE EXILED SLAYER

PART ONE

Mr. Trick's eyes widened. "Oh no." He shook his head in disbelief as he 
muttered, "No, this is no good at all."

Buffy stared in shock as the nattily-dressed vampire burst into ashes 
and the pressure from the cord around her throat diminished. The dust 
dispersed, and she saw Faith standing there, still holding the stake 
that had saved Buffy's life. The eyes of the Slayers met, and Buffy was 
still trying to read the emotion in them when Faith moved almost faster 
than Buffy's still-diminished perceptions could follow. Buffy felt a 
sharp blow at the point of her chin, then knew nothing.

Faith looked down at Buffy's crumpled form and sighed, then picked the 
older Slayer up in a fireman's carry. She looked around for a bit, then 
found what she expected to find: a recent model Mercedes parked next to 
a minivan. -Didn't think the conceited bloodsucker would bother to walk 
all the way down here-he had expensive tastes from working for 
Kakistos-- She was not surprised to find the keys still in the 
ignition-the car was clearly marked as belonging to the mayor's office, 
and virtually no one inclined to steal cars in Sunnydale would want to 
make an enemy out of His Honor.

 >Would you believe this is the first time it has occured to me that 
 >there's something curious about the way not just the vampire but also 
 >all his clothing and the contents of his pockets turn to ash?


She settled Buffy in the passenger seat and drove to the hospital.

"Hey-could I have some help here?" The nurse on front desk duty looked 
up and saw a dark-haired teenage girl carrying another teenaged girl in 
her arms. The brunette gently settled the other girl down in one of the 
lobby chairs, then jogged over to the desk and explained, "She's been 
mugged-she's got some wicked nasty bruises. I've got the name and number 
of her guardian here." The girl handed the nurse a piece of paper. "You 
can call him-I need to get some of her stuff out of the car. Be right back."

"But-" The nurse started to object, but the girl ran out before she 
could finish her sentence. She pushed the button that would summon 
medical help, and punched in the number that was on the sheet of paper. 
"Hello. . .is this Mr. Giles? A young woman just brought in someone she 
said you were the guardian of-a Miss Buffy Summers?" The voice on the 
other end of the line increased in volume, and the nurse elaborated, 
"She's apparently been mugged-we're going to look at her now. The young 
woman said she would be right back-"

On the other end of the line, Rupert Giles sighed in mixed concern and 
relief. His tone was dry as he replied, "Don't bet on that. I'll be 
there in twenty minutes." He hung up the phone, scribbled a brief note 
for Xander and Willow, then ran for his car.

@@@@@



"Faith!" Buffy's eyes snapped open and she sat up instantly as she 
called out, looking wildly around until a wave of dizziness caused her 
to pause.

"Easy, Buff. The last thing you need right now is to be barfing all over 
the bed." Xander's tone and expression belied the puckish comment, and 
he reached out and squeezed her shoulder as he added, "Welcome back."

Buffy looked around-more sedately this time-and saw that she was in a 
hospital room, alone with Xander. She locked eyes with her best friend 
and demanded: "How did I get here? What happened?"

"Well, the first part is easy. Faith brought you to the front desk, said 
you'd been mugged, then left and didn't come back." Buffy's eyes 
widened, and Xander coughed self-consciously and added, "We were hoping 
you knew what happened before that."

Buffy frowned, then began to get out of bed, ignoring the light feeling 
in her head: "I'll tell you when I tell everyone else-right now I need 
to get out of-"

"Ah yes-I believe I've heard this tune before." Dr. Wilkinson walked 
into the room, checked Buffy's chart, and commented, "They really ought 
to have a seminar in hog-tying techniques in medical school-it would be 
invaluable in dealing with patients like you, Miss Summers." Buffy 
scowled at the doctor, but he ignored it and added, "Oh well, might as 
well play my part: how are you feeling?"

"Better than I expected to while I was getting mugged?" Buffy did her 
best to assume an innocent expression, and the doctor sighed patiently 
while waiting for her to continue. Buffy frowned, then added: "I got 
whacked around pretty good, Doc. Probably gave me some pretty good bruises."

"Yes, it did. From the bruise on your back, I'd say one of those 
scoundrels whacked you with a crate that wouldn't fit through the door 
of this room-criminals are getting creative these days." Buffy assumed a 
poker face, and Dr. Wilkinson sighed again and said, "But, since the 
bruise is already fading and you seem to have no broken bones or other 
internal injuries, I'll reluctantly admit that you should be all right 
to leave in the morning, Miss Summers, once we observe you for a while 
longer to make sure that the concussion you received won't be causing 
any problems."

Buffy smiled, and Dr. Wilkinson inclined his head and left with a 
resigned expression on his face. Buffy looked after him with a mildly 
affectionate expression. He's got to suspect what's going on in this 
town-I wish I knew for sure that it was the right thing to keep him in 
the dark  She dismissed the thought and looked at Xander. "I don't 
suppose that I could talk you into going home and getting a good night's 
sleep?" Xander smirked at her, and Buffy nodded her head in 
acknowledgement. "All right, then. Call Giles and tell him that we're 
getting together for a conference at his apartment at eleven in the 
morning. In case there's any question-no Council weasels allowed." 
Xander nodded, and was about to stand up when Buffy added, "And get a 
deck of cards while you're up-I'm too wound up to sleep for a while yet."

 >This scene in the hospital room?  It's a time waster.  Dead wood. 
 >Nothing important happens there, none of the characters in it are 
 >important to the story you are telling and we don't learn anything 
 >there that we aren't also told in other scenes  Cut it and go straight 
  >to the Mayor's office.



Xander stood up, and the look he gave her was somehow more intimate than 
a hug before he turned and left the room. Buffy watched him go, then bit 
her lip in sheer frustration. Damn it, Faith: what have you gotten 
yourself into?



@@@@@@@



The vampire standing before Mayor Wilkins was less than thrilled about 
being the acting replacement for both Assistant Mayor Finch and Mr. 
Trick-it left him as the likely recipient of a lot of the Mayor's ire 
regarding the bad news he was about to pass on. He took a breath that he 
didn't really need and forced himself to look directly at the Mayor as 
he reported: "None of Trick's crew have reported back in-and there were 
traces of vampire dust near a spot on the docks where a fight had 
clearly taken place. Trick's car was gone, though the van was found 
parked nearby. We made a call and had the car's LoJack turned on-it 
turned up abandoned in Oxnard, with no one having seen anything."

"I see-well, attacking two Slayers was always bound to be a risky 
enterprise." Mayor Wilkins looked calm, and only a slight twitch in his 
right cheek suggested that his calm might only be a surface impression. 
The vampire swallowed nervously, but Wilkins didn't seem to notice as he 
asked, "What of the Slayers?"

"Buffy Summers was dropped off at the emergency room by a young woman 
whose description meets that of the other Slayer, Faith. Her injuries 
were apparently relatively minor-she was released this morning." The 
vampire saw a frown from his boss, and hastened to continue: "Faith has 
not been seen by anyone in Sunnydale since last night-it's fairly 
certain that she's the one who stole the car and abandoned it."

"Mr. Trick kept a fair amount of cash in that car-used it for his little 
pleasures and for occasional bribery in the line of duty." Wilkins 
sighed as he looked out into the darkness visible from his office 
window. "My guess would be that young Miss Faith has taken it and 
anything else that she could carry easily from the car, and arranged 
alternate transportation out of the area." The vampire shivered, sensing 
that an explosion was coming, and was shocked when the Mayor smiled 
broadly and exclaimed, "Marvelous! Trick managed to accomplish something 
useful after all!"

The vampire blinked. "I don't understand, sir-both Slayers escaped, and 
one of them is completely out of your reach now."

Wilkins shook his head in mock dismay. "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby-if you're 
going to be my new assistant, you need to be able to see the big picture 
better." The vampire-who hated being called "Bobby" with a 
passion-forced down the irritated expression that threatened to cross 
his face as Wilkins continued, "Killing both Slayers was always going to 
be a longshot-but we've managed to drive one of them out of town,

{Well I suppose Mayor Wilkins was someone who liked to look on the sunny 
side.  But it obviously wasn't Trick and Co. who drove Faith out of 
town.  Thinking about it, it is one of Wilkin's victories, but thanks to 
an earlier scheme, the one where he sent his human deputy mayor out to 
get staked by Faith.}


and-unless I miss my guess-the other one and her helpers are going to be 
distracted by either worrying about her safety or whether she's going to 
come back looking for payback, given what those English fools tried to 
do to her last night. Meanwhile, I will be pursuing my plans with 
relatively little interference." He grinned and announced, "I'm going 
out for ice cream to celebrate-want to tag along?"

The vampire politely declined, and Wilkins left the office, practically 
skipping out in his glee. Wilkins' newly minted assistant shook his head 
in dismay, and made a mental note to make sure that the name plaques on 
his door and desk read "Robert."

@ @ @ @ @

Buffy and her friends came into the library as a group, talking quietly 
among themselves-and went silent immediately when they saw Giles 
standing quietly near the cage, obviously waiting for them. Buffy 
blinked and asked the obvious question: "What's wrong, Giles?"

Giles gestured for the four of them to sit, and they went to the large 
table and did so. Willow looked uncomfortable, and Oz squeezed her hand 
gently to distract her a bit. Xander rubbed distractedly at the fading 
bruises on his neck-it had been five days since Faith fled Sunnydale, 
and he had been doing all he could to try to force away the memories of 
his last meeting with her. Buffy watched Xander with concern, and waited 
for Giles to speak.

"A letter arrived here today-with a San Diego postmark. It was from 
Faith." Giles spoke calmly, though all present knew him well enough to 
detect the undertone of concern in his voice. Everyone straightened up 
just a bit, and Giles pulled out a pile of photocopies, adding "Reading 
it out loud struck me as being a bit melodramatic and unnecessary, so 
I've provided copies for each of you. He handed a copy to each of them, 
then looked at his own copy again. The four friends hesitated for a 
moment, then began to read:

Hey Guys,

I'm sending this on the morning after I blew town, so by the time you 
get it I'll be a long way away from here, so if you want to send the 
idiots from England down here looking for me, go ahead. It'll give me a 
longr head start.

Look-we all know that I screwed up, and there's no point in me saying I 
didn't. I didn't want that guy to die, and yeah, B, it bothered me that 
it happened. But after what they did to you, I sure as hell didn't trust 
the Council of Stuffy Jackasses to be fair to me, and you know that the 
local cops are the Mayor's goons. If it had just been Giles calling the 
shots, I'd have trusted him-but it wasn't. I figured that if he thought 
you had done it, that he'd protect you even if it meant blowing off the 
Council. It was dumb-I saw how this thing was eating you up, and no one 
with a brain would have believed that you'd cover it up cold or blame it 
on me if I hadn't done it. So, for what it's worth, I was an idiot to 
try to dump it on you-I should have just run in the first place, and 
that's what I'm doing now.

Giles, B's lucky to have you on her side. It's tough to be the ugly 
stepsister, but I think you did your best for me. You gave me some good 
tips about life-I wish I had listened to more of them. Keep watching B's 
back-after four months in that town, I know that she needs it.

Xander. . .I had a long road trip to think about what happened, and I 
get it now. If it means anything, I wish we'd had more time that 
night-not for what happened under the sheets, but to get to know each 
other better. Maybe I would have listened to you if we had. I won't tell 
you to stay out of trouble, because you won't, but take care of 
yourself-Buffy and Red would have a hard time getting along without you.

Red-I'm pretty sure you didn't like me much before, and after what I did 
to Xander you'd probably like to rip my heart out and feed it to rats. 
I'd say you're entitled, and I won't blame you for it. Keep up the fight.

Oz, you're all right in my book. With the Mayor turning out to be a 
Black Hat, B and the others are going to need all of the help they can 
get. I'm guessing you'll find a way to give it to them.

B, thanks for trying-and tell Angel the same thing. It just wasn't meant 
to be.

Oh, and you can tell the Council that I'm going to be moving around a 
lot-and killing any vamps or demons that cross my path. You can also 
tell them that I've got no interest in killing any more people-but if I 
see any Council weasels coming after me, I might change my mind as far 
as they're concerned. As for all of you-please don't try to find me: I 
don't want to be found.

OK-that's enough. There's a freighter with my name on it, and it's leaving.



Faith

After a few minutes, everyone had finished reading and looked up to see 
how the others were reacting. Giles looked somber, while Willow's 
expression was ambivalent. Buffy and Xander both looked frustrated, and 
Oz. . .was Oz-inscrutable except for an occasional concerned look in

 >Oz is Oz-crutable

Willow's direction. Xander broke the silence first: "So that's it? We're 
just going to let her go?"

 >If you weren't, you wouldn't still be sitting around in Sunnydale five 
 >days after she rabbitted.


"What else can we do, Xander?" Xander turned to Willow and saw that she 
looked resigned. "Buffy was three hours away from us for a whole summer 
and we couldn't find her." Buffy flinched, and Willow gave her an 
apologetic look before continuing, "Look-I don't like the Council any 
more than she does, and I'm glad that she's decided that killing people
is bad, but if she wants to stay gone, there's not much we can do about it.

 >That sentence is a bit confused.  Then again maybe so is Willow, but
 >if you want it to make sense then maybe you should change to something 
 >like "Look-if she wants to stay gone, there's not much we can do about 
 >it.  I'm just glad she's decided killing people is wrong."

She knows where to find us if she wants to come back or needs help-I 
just hope that she means it when she says that she'll just be killing 
demons from now on."

Giles nodded and commented, "Willow's analysis would appear to be sound, 
unfortunately. Faith has removed herself from this place and her fate is 
ultimately in her own hands. While we should be ready to react if she 
reappears, I would suggest that we consider how to deal with the current 
situation with the assumption that she will not be returning."

Buffy frowned, then nodded reluctantly. "You're right-so where do we beg
in?"

Giles smiled softly at Buffy's quick response, and began: "First-there 
is the matter of Mr. Wyndham-Pryce-"
  . .to be continued

 >Your spelling and grammar are formidably good, and your 
 >characterisation seems very faithful to the source material.  But I do 
 >suggest that you drop the hospital scene to tighten things up.  As for 
 >the fic premise itself, I hope that you have considered how the two
 >series you are crossing synch up.  Both Buffy and Harry Potter take 
 >place in worlds where magic is ubiquitous but inconspicuous, and 
 >mundane humanity seems oblivious to it, so they aren't so incompatible 
 >as some crossovers, but there are some differences.  First and 
foremost >The Watchers and the Ministry of Magic are apparently 
different >organisations but they play exactly the same role in their 
respective >series as the out of touch magically semi-adept duffers in 
authority >who try to protect the world from supernatural misbehaviour 
with rules >and regulations, but aren't so hot at actually getting off 
their butts >and doing something about the real bad guys.  So are the 
Watchers a >Ministry of Magic committee charged with gathering 
intelligence about
 >the Muggle world, or a private organisation of Wizards operating under 
 >MoM radar?

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